Tits and Me

by Steven Seven

Erotica Sex Story: I've always liked tits. The bigger, the better. Maybe it's because I was bottle-fed as a baby rather than nursed at my mother's breast. I dunno. For whatever reason, I've always been a "breast man" and this is my story.

I’ve always liked tits. The bigger, the better. Maybe it’s because I was bottle-fed as a baby rather than nursed at my mother’s breast. I dunno. For whatever reason, I’ve always been a “breast man” and this is my story.

I was a kid in the era before the internet, before cable tv, and before nude photos of big-breasted women were easily available. The closest I could get to seeing what female breasts looked like was to look at them inside their encasements. I mean, of course, the brassiere advertisements to be found in the Sears catalogue. My parents thought I was leafing through the catalogue to get to the toy section, so I could make a Christmas list. I did do that. But the items I really wanted to have on my list were some of those beautiful Sears models wearing nothing but those white lacey brassieres ... and then taking them off.

My high school girlfriend had really big breasts for her age and size. She was a rather slim blue-eyed brunette. Her slight frame made her big honkin’ knockers stand out all the more. I’d dated other girls before her, and a couple had really big boobs. But those dates didn’t amount to much; I never got to first base with them.

So, as I said, my first real girlfriend from high school had really big breasts. The strange thing was, she was all of 15. I was a senior. Some people laughed at the age difference. (Today they might do more than laugh. But my high school years took place in a different century. A different millennium, in fact.) At any rate, this blue-eyed brunette had great tits for such a slim gazelle of a girl. We would drive off to some remote location in my car. First came the kissing. Then, within minutes, her top was off and I was having my way with her beautiful breasts. Pretty soon her pants would come off. And then I had all of her. I didn’t always get to the condom in time. It’s a minor miracle that she never got pregnant.

In college my first girlfriend had only modest-sized breasts. They were shaped like large soup dishes, not like the big hangers my high school girlfriend had. But they were pretty spectacular in their own way. My first college girlfriend had blue-eyes, dark hair, and amazing porcelain white skin. The white mounds of her breasts were topped with bright pink puffy nipples. I spent a lot of time sucking on those beauties!

During the summer between college semesters, I met a high school girl who had a pair of knockers a lot like my old high school girlfriend. This girl was 17, not 15. She was a blue-eyed blonde. And she was game for anything. I made the most I could of her beautiful breasts. We spent countless hours together that summer. My only regret is that I didn’t know then what I came to know later about women. If I had known, I could have done a helluva lot more with this girl than merely fucking her. She was the type who, as I said, was game for anything. Back then I didn’t know how many more things there were to do! When I told her that I wanted to fuck her up the ass, she was game. But neither of us knew how to prepare her anus with a butt plug (we didn’t even know such a thing existed), and we didn’t know about the need for extra lubrication. Our one attempt at anal sex was a painful failure.

Back in college, my first college girlfriend and I split up. I dated a couple of other girls, both of them with big breasts. Perhaps you will be surprised to hear that, even though these girls were eager for sex, I never went to bed with either of them. Why? Because I just wasn’t “feeling it.” There were some things about each of these girls that turned me off, once you got down to it. They were ok to hang out with. But nothing more.

So my dating life was rather mediocre until the following fall semester. That’s when a new crop of freshmen (freshwomen?) girls arrived. It took a while to scope them all out. I’ll never forget the moment I saw the one I wanted. My roommate and I were in his car. We had just parked behind the student union building. And there she was: a petite blue-eyed blonde with the cutest face. She was walking beside her bicycle while a guy I knew was walking on the other side of her bike. The afternoon sunlight shone through her sundress, outlining her curvy figure beneath. It was like a scene from a Hollywood movie!

This girl did not have big breasts. But when she turned around, I noticed she had a spectacular ass. Only later, when we first got together, did I see her tits and her ass in the way God intended. He looked upon them, and they were GOOD!

See, the thing of it is, even small breasts can be perfectly fine if they’re on the right girl. And she was the right girl. She was golden blonde from top to bottom. Her pink nipples were suckably sweet. And she had the most absolutely amazingly delicious cunt I had ever eaten. I even told her so. She informed me that she’d heard the same thing from lots of guys. So at least she knew I was honest!

She was also the second girl I ever attempted anal sex with. Her heart-shaped ass was gorgeous. And she had the most lovely pink anus. I might not have even tried her ass if she had not suggested it first, given how poorly my previous attempt went during the summer affair with that high school girl. This girl knew a lot more about sex than I did. As she later revealed to me, she had had quite a reputation in high school. A well-earned one, I might add. She showed me how to prepare her bottom for anal penetration. The first time I buttfucked her was absolutely wild! Her ass was so tight, but so amazing. She loved taking my dick up her ass as much as I liked putting it there. But anal sex is not something a girl can easily do very often. So we only did it every couple of weeks. In between, we fucked like mad.

Our relationship lasted but a year. Then she transferred to another college. She would have stayed, except for her father’s insistence that she was having too much fun and not doing well enough in her studies. Clearly, the old man may have had her best interests at heart, but what about MINE?! (Just joking! I’m a dad now too. I understand.)

I mentioned a couple of girls I dated that I never had sex with. Here’s another one to chalk up on that list, only it wasn’t exactly a dating relationship. This one was kinda weird. She was a few years older than me. She was married. And she had enrolled in college because she was tired of staying home while her husband was at work all day. As it turned out, she actually wanted to fuck college guys. And she set her sights on me.

She wasn’t bad looking. Blonde, blue-eyed, slim and trim. Under other circumstances, I probably would have gone to bed with her. But that being married thing bothered me. I didn’t want to fuck a married woman. And I wondered about a married woman who wanted to betray her husband. So even though we were in class together, and worked on a group project together — just the two of us — I declined her kind offer of free, no-strings-attached sex.

As it turned out, over the next several decades of my life, I would be propositioned by several more married women. I’m flattered, ladies, really! But ... well, I should get back to the timeline of my narrative. I don’t want to complicate things too soon.

My next college girlfriend was a brunette with hazel eyes. She had big, white, pink-nippled tits — my idea of perfection! What’s more, the size and shape of her mouth seemed custom-made to fit my dick like a pistol in its holster. She sucked me off and swallowed my cum better than any other girl I’d ever had. We were together for a year. Graduation was only a semester away. She was talking about going to graduate school in another state. I was thinking hard about marriage and kids. I’d been with her long enough to determine that she would probably make a great mom. So I popped the question. She said yes. After graduation, we got married.

My judgment about her mothering ability turned out to be correct: she did make a great mom. We went on to have three kids. We raised them well. But as the years went by, our marriage began to erode around the edges. After three decades, we decided to call it quits.

Dating after divorce is a whole other ball game, as I was soon to find out. Oh, right — remember what I said about being propositioned by other women during my marriage? Yeah, well, I never accepted any of the kind invitations from those ladies. But after my marriage was over ... other women came along.

By this time, the internet had come along, too. And internet dating services. I’ve lost count of how many dating services I used, and how many dates I had. Do you want to know what surprised me most about middle-age dating with online services? It wasn’t the bad stuff that surprised me. None of it was terrible, and life is always a mixed bag. So I wasn’t surprised that most dates were duds. No, what surprised me about internet dating was how many women were ready to go to bed on the first date. A lot!

Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, I was divorced and so were all of these women. Most of them had children. Their childbearing and childrearing years were in the rearview mirror. Now it was all about relationships and ... sex. Lots of sex!

I had had plenty of sex during my marriage. It was available on regular basis and usually predictable. I enjoyed fucking my wife and sucking on her big tits. I got a special charge during the times after she had given birth and was breastfeeding our children. When we had sex during those years, her milk would often let down while we were fucking. I sucked her tits like a wild man then! There’s nothing quite like fucking a sweet cunt and sucking her big tits dry at the same time!

But that lactation period was over. And it would not be coming back with any of the women I met after the divorce. The thing about sex after divorce is that the women and I both wanted it a lot. So we did it a lot. Now the thing to add about this match of desire and performance is that it could not have been so before the invention of modern pharmacology. Yes, I mean Viagra and Cialis and all their little friends. I can’t imagine how sad it must have been for men like me in the era before those medicines were invented. To want sex but not to be able to perform. Oh, the horror! The horror!

Fortunately, there was no such horror for me. With online dating plus modern medicine, I had more frequent sex during each of my post-divorce relationships than I had had during the final decade of my marriage. Now, notice that I said “frequency” not “total episodes.” During the final decade of my marriage, sexual frequency had dropped from 8 times per month to 3. During my post-divorce relationships, sexual frequency increased to 16 times per month. Shazam!**[Definition of Shazam = Word used to change Billy Batson into Captain Marvel in the comic book series.]

My first post-divorce relationship was amazing. The lady was a redhead with green eyes and a fiery personality. Her tits were of modest size, but that deficiency was more than made up for by her acrobatics in bed. She was a petite ball of energy. During the year we were together, I learned more about women than I had during the entire course of my marriage or anything that came before it.